He was ashamed of what he had just said, and he already knew very well at this time that the so-called revenge was a joke, because such a huge monster was the end of the Imperial Praetorian Guard.

Along with him, there are also Wan Jianxin and others, they all know that the promise of "full return" before setting off has now become an empty word, no one knows why there are so many in the secret realm of the East China Sea, such an endless stream of unexpected crises, disasters, and they don't know what the outcome of this trip to the secret realm will be, maybe, it is a complete annihilation, right?

"What should we do?" When he saw that huge light dragon with his own eyes, Zhao Detian, the son of Rao Shizun Wang, was completely out of ideas, such a huge creature was definitely not something that humans could provoke.

"Unbeatable. The princess Lengquan who was the leader only said these four words, and then there were no more words, Zhao Detian turned his face and looked at her confused and begging: "My lord, can you clearly show that the little one is not good, the little one is really dull!"

"Since you know that you are stupid, then what else do you ask! Just tell your people to retreat!" A slightly younger "princess" beside Leng Quan's side said in a cold voice, her tone was extremely arrogant, and Feng Lieshan secretly frowned when she heard it, not to mention Zhao Detian, who was arrogant and domineering on weekdays, only to see that the princes around him turned slightly sideways with a very temper, leaving half of the back of his head to this princess, and in addition to being disrespectful, he also ordered his subordinates, including the Demon Wei Pavilion, in a strange manner: "All the kings, all of them retreat! Everyone, get out of the way!"

His last words were exactly the same as the cry of the Grand Duke in Pershing's Palace, hanging his throat like a rooster's croaking. The disciples of the Demon Power Pavilion, who had long been terrified, heard that they could retreat, and when they heard it, they let out a shout, and with a bang, they collectively turned around and ran away, this time, Feng Lieshan was so angry that he was angry.

"Hold the line! Array! Array!" he stretched out his stout arms and waved them in the air, shouting, and even snatched a torch and shook it vigorously, and stretched out his hand to give a loud ear scraper to each of the disciples who ran by. It's a pity that his efforts are useless, because the real defeat is like a mountain, and it happens at this moment.

The giant dragon had just taken a break, or rather waited for its not-so-fast nervous system to react to the rapidly changing situation. The dragon was stunned for a moment, and its two huge eyes slowly focused, staring at the little "bacteria" who were nervously observing it at the mouth of the tunnel, as if suddenly making up its mind, silently opened its big mouth, baring its mouth full of sharp teeth and biting the remaining half of the tunnel, this time, it seemed to intend to swallow the entire tunnel, like an adult eating a popsicle.

The mouth of the black hole instantly covered the entire mouth of the tunnel, and the magma-like tongue, flat body, and the blazing white flames in the throat were extremely clear. At this moment, whether it was the true king, the king or the king's forces, they all turned around and fled without any command at all, and even He Lao himself had no intention of fighting this monster to the end.

The tunnel was wide enough, and there were no more than six hundred people in it, so there was no stampede on the way up the slope, and no one knocked down the brothers who had been fighting with him a moment ago, because that would make no sense except to delay his own escape. The dragon took a big bite, but it didn't matter how many people were hiding in the tunnel.

The boulder fell, the ground shook, and everyone was running frantically towards the way they came, as if they wanted to follow the way they came all the way back to the surface, out of the seabed, back to the island, completely away from the horror of the seabed. However, just as the fastest runner surpassed Wan Kenshin and reached the front of the team, the entire tunnel suddenly trembled.

Three huge tremors caused everyone to fall forward in embarrassment, and only a few masters with the strength to sing the Returning to the Void Realm could barely stabilize their figures. Silver Dust threw himself forward, falling to the ground in embarrassment, and the sound of landing made people feel painful. He lay on his stomach quietly, not struggling to stand up like the others, and a pair of silver palms, which had already turned into pitch-black magic hands, plunged deep into the rocky ground.

It was at this moment that the dark forces erupted in full force, silent and unremarkable. The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect who fled around them all staggered to their feet one by one, but they were desperate to see that the tunnel sixty meters away in front of them was instantly covered with cracks from the ground to the zenith to the walls on both sides, and then these cracks bloomed in an instant.

The upward slope becomes flat in the shock, then into a downward slope, and finally into the cliff of death. More than five hundred skilled warriors screamed in horror and despair as they watched as the tunnel broke sixty meters ahead, turning first into darkness and then quickly into red. The slope under his feet changed from plus twenty degrees to minus fifty degrees, and some of the girls of the Interpretation Sect who were not good at cultivation or had weak physical strength slipped out of the tunnel screaming, just like the tragedy that happened in the flight that disintegrated in the air.

The delicious life cried helplessly and plunged headlong into the boiling magma, screaming and fluttering a few times, and quickly turned into a withered black skeleton. At the moment when the disciples of the Interpretation Sect were so frightened by the scene in front of them that they cried out loud, at the moment when the slope under their feet sank from minus fifty degrees to minus fifty-five degrees, a dazzling dark red circle of light bloomed in an instant from the silver dust lying on the ground.

The dark red light should not be bright, especially under the light of many torches in the tunnel, it should be very dim, but at this moment, the dark red light wave in the black is so dazzling, although it is just a very thin, constantly spreading ring, it has attracted almost everyone's attention.

The torches were extinguished, the stone slabs beneath their feet instantly became soft, and clusters of rubber clubs with the thickness of sword hilts grew out of the soft ground, and were held tightly in the palms of the swift warriors.

The slope had dropped to sixty degrees, and it was impossible for the distracted samurai to maintain any position on the smooth stone slabs, but thanks to the appearance of rubber short sticks, even the weaker girls were able to stabilize their figures, and none of them fell out.

The sound of the steel plate being driven exploded in his ears, like the roar of a wild dragon, and the tunnel two meters in front of the prison and two meters behind the last disciple of the Demon Pavilion, squirmed and elongated, as if the lips of the two behemoths were completely closed with a bang.

At this moment, the more than five hundred monks were completely in a dark and quiet confined space, and there was not much oxygen in this space, which was only enough for them to survive for five or six minutes.

In the darkness, Silver Dust's hair suddenly lit up, looking like a glowing OLED ribbon. Those strands of silver fluorescent hair stood up one by one, and the dark red circles of light bloomed again, this time not around the silver dust, but in all the corners of the entire black space.

The sound of fans, the sound of air ducts, and fresh air poured into the darkness unprecedentedly, and in the darkness suddenly lit up a dazzling white light, which was a very common fluorescent tube in Yinchen's hometown. Everyone's pale faces and frightened expressions suddenly became subtle, and in the rows of fluorescent tubes were black leather cushions and rubber handles of the same color.

This is a lifeboat, a lifeboat designed by Silver Dust himself in a very short time. When the light came back on, the Iron Sword Sect disciples beside him realized that the eyes of this silver-haired uncle had completely turned black.

Pure black without the whites of the eyes.

......

Silver Dust feels much better at the moment, the influence of the hedging constitution has gradually subsided, the hedging constitution in the mature state is not as intense as when he was a child, but it is more difficult to eliminate, and there will be a situation where he can only use a certain type of magic for a long time in the future. He pulled his hands out of the leather cushions and tried to stand up slowly, but this movement was too difficult for the relatively fragile mage's physique.

The moment he tried to stand up, the closed and windy lifeboat turned into a vertical state of nearly ninety degrees, and several disciples of the Interpretation Sect fell from the same place with a scream, and hit the stern of the closed boat with a thick leather mat, and the delicate body almost completely fell into the mat, and then it was ejected again, falling into various seductive positions on the surface of the leather mat.

Silver Dust himself also fell from the sky at this moment, but a cloud of golden soul mist erupted from his hand, which quickly gathered into a golden whirlwind, stabilizing his figure in the air with a flying attitude. Silver Dust turned and glanced at the bow of the ship, looking at the head that suddenly turned red, his eyes flashed with black light, and he reached out and snapped his fingers in the air.

Syllable!

The voice was loud in the cabin, which had suddenly fallen silent.

A louder sound came from outside the cabin, and the entire enclosed cabin trembled violently a few times, followed by a loud bang that seemed to be a blast, and the entire lifeboat fell diagonally in a freefall.

"Ahh After a long and thrilling journey, only a dull rumble was heard, and the whole ship stood still after the most violent tremor, and stopped falling at a great inclination of eighty-five degrees, as if it had been planted in a crevice in the rock.

At the same moment, the girls who fell to the stern of the boat were all shocked, and they all vomited out a mouthful of blood, their faces were as white as gold paper, and they closed their mouths like gold paper, and they no longer made any sound.

The only silver dust that could float in this confined space, when it smelled the choking smell of sulfur wafting from the air intake system, a pair of pupils that had just recovered to a white color turned into a dark vortex again.

He threw his palms into the air, and a circle of black with a dark red sheen spread out in a cone shape along the direction of the movement of his hands that had suddenly become blackened as ink. The lifeboat, which had been quiet for less than a few seconds, trembled violently again.

The smell of sulfur in the air quickly decreased, and at the same time, a low-frequency sound sounded in the cabin, followed by a sudden cold wind, and all the soldiers were caught off guard and sneezed several times in a row, and suddenly felt refreshed. Silver dust floated in the air, and hands trembled from palms, then arms, then shoulders, and then whole body. Streams of black light emerged from the void, shooting into his body like pinpricks.

The mana in his body fell, and a tight and depleted throbbing pain slowly appeared in the qi sea area, and he was living underground, extracting a trace of mysterious energy from the undetectable uninhabited deep space in an unskilled way, transforming it into mana in his body, and then pouring out along his hands like a flood of bursting banks. At this time, he felt that he was back to the exhaustion, exhaustion, and severe pain that he had been in when he had maintained two forbidden spells at the same time, and he could clearly feel that there was a huge heat in his body, bursting out from the various nodes of the meridians, turning into a continuous and exhausting pain like a low-grade fever.

The compensation of the golden soul mist began to accumulate rapidly.

At this time, Silver Dust could barely see anything, and in front of him was a variety of battleship blueprints that only existed in the Canonnior civilization. Silver Dust knew that in the face of that huge fire dragon, conventional weapons had been completely ineffective, and only nuclear weapons could achieve the effect of killing with one hit, and a lifeboat could not launch any weapons at all.

He didn't even believe that the lifeboat could escape from this huge fire dragon.

He is different from Yixuanzi, he is different from He Lao, he is different from all the warriors here, as a mage, he can see at a glance that between his gang and this dragon, it is completely a zero-sum game of life and death, because even if that dragon is a holy beast guarding something, it is also a hungry and crazy holy beast, how can a normal beast eat the tunnel directly?

He endured all kinds of discomfort in his body, and with the courage and will of a mage, he survived, and spent three times his own mana power to complete the feat of transforming the escape ship into a super heat-resistant nuclear-powered submarine.

"Building a nuclear reactor with the Chi You Wan Transformation Technique is definitely a forbidden curse within a forbidden curse!" Yin Chen squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth, his hands violently changed in front of his chest, and thirty-eight light prints appeared where his fingers passed, and when he put his hands together, an almost transparent blue and green ** guide book appeared between his hands.

With a false push, the magic book soared into the air, turning the pages a foot in front of him, and each page turned into a turquoise storm that shot towards the various parts of the escape boat.